Mr. He, please respect yourself

"Why don't you go in?" He Chumo walked to Song Zicheng's side, saw him looking stupidly at him, looking like a puppy waiting for food, a little funny, and asked.

When Song Zicheng heard this, he originally wanted to go straight into the room, but when he looked at He Chumo, he suddenly thought, this man is almost not his own, so what if he flirts with him?

So Song Zicheng stood still, staring at He Chumo's face, with a serious tone, "Appreciate the beauty."

He Chumo was taken aback for a moment.

"It's a rare beauty right now, I have to seize the opportunity to take a good look at it."

As Song Zicheng said, he suddenly took a step forward, put his whole face in front of He Chumo, opened his eyes wide and looked at him for a second, then immediately backed away. After succeeding, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows at him and grinned proudly He laughed until his eyes crooked, "Mr. He is so handsome."

He Chumo was stunned again, he knew the joke and shook his head angrily.

Just now Song Zicheng leaned so close to him all of a sudden, as if he wanted to put his whole body into those dark eyes, the four eyes met for an instant, and he clearly saw himself in Song Zicheng's eyes.

Song Zicheng said he was handsome.

Um?Needless to say, He Chumo admits that this is a fact.

The person in front of him had already entered the door with a pile of books, and He Chumo followed. Song Zicheng asked him while changing his slippers, "Mr. He, have you eaten yet?"

He Chumo: "Have you eaten?"

"No, I've been running outside all day today, and I'm very tired."

As Song Zicheng said, he put down the things in his hands and entered the kitchen. There was a sound of tableware being handled, and then he heard Song Zicheng asking loudly in the kitchen: "Mr. He, do you want to eat together?"

"Okay." He Chumo took off his suit, put it on the sofa, and went into the kitchen while unbuttoning his cuffs.

He seldom eats at home, and rarely enters the kitchen. Naturally, he doesn't know where to put the tableware and kitchen utensils. When he watched Song Zicheng skillfully take out the pots and pans, and find the seasonings at hand, he felt inexplicably feeling that his own territory was being violated. feeling of encroachment.

"What's for dinner tonight?" He Chumo walked over and asked.

Song Zicheng responded while busy: "Aunt Li made a pot of stewed beef with mixed vegetables and meatball soup with mushrooms. There is green cauliflower in the refrigerator. I want to make boiled cauliflower. Mr. He, do you have any dishes you want to eat?"

"No, just watch and cook, I won't pick."

Song Zicheng let out a 'huh', put the washed green cauliflower on the cutting board, and said while turning out the plate: "Actually, I just asked casually, even if there is something I really want to eat, I can only think about it. There is only one cauliflower left, nothing else."

He Chumo: "???"

Was this kid so skinny before?

Song Zicheng cooked the dishes, and He Chumo heated up Aunt Li's dishes. After the two of them had been busy for a while, the food was served. Song Zicheng also poured a cup of iced grapefruit tea before leaving the house, and handed it to He Chumo: don't want?"

He Chumo took it, looked at the grapefruit tea in his hand, and then at Song Zicheng who had picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and was eating with gusto, feeling a little uncomfortable.

This seemed to be the first meal the two of them had together.

Song Zicheng didn't seem to think about it that much. He was exhausted and hungry today. After eating a bowl of rice, he added another bowl, only to find that the rice in He Chumo's bowl was basically untouched.

"Why don't you eat it? Isn't it to your liking?" Song Zicheng looked at the dishes on the dining table, obviously He Chumo's favorite food.

"No." He Chumo said: "No matter how delicious it is, I will never be reborn as a hungry ghost like you."

Song Zicheng: "..."

There was nothing good to say about this man.

He Chumo: "Where did you go today?"

"I went home and went to the consulting rooms of several real estate agencies." Song Zicheng wanted to ask He Chumo about the car video, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. Maybe He Chumo didn't know about it yet. If you mention it yourself, isn't it equivalent to digging a hole for yourself?

More than 3000 million!After these few days, Song Zicheng finally admitted that he had the physique of a bad luck koi. If President He Da couldn't figure it out after watching the video and asked him to pay for a new one, he would really have to climb the mountain.

"Why do you need a real estate agent?" He Chumo asked.

Song Zicheng: "I don't have any money, so I can only pay you for the car by selling the real estate uncle gave me."

Speaking of this, Song Zicheng couldn't help poking the rice in the rice bowl, and complained: "Is the market so bad now? The three properties in my hands are all over 100 square meters, and one is still More than 200 square meters, all were trampled to nothing by them. They said that the real estate was old, the location was poor, and the transportation was inconvenient. They tried their best to suppress my price. 70, but my uncle told me at the beginning that the house he gave me was more than one million, how come it has depreciated now?"

As he said that, Song Zicheng stared at He Chumo and murmured in a low voice, "It's all your capitalists' fault. If you don't develop the economy well, you know that getting rich first drives up housing prices. Look, how can others get rich later in this embarrassing situation of not going up or down?" ?”

He Chumo quietly listened to Song Zicheng's speech, and finally glanced at him, "It's your uncle Song Suian's fault. In City A, the biggest real estate industry is your Song family."

Song Zicheng was choked up for a moment, and his hand stopped for a long time before he looked at He Chumo in disbelief, "Really? Is our family so powerful?"

He Chumo wanted to laugh, "You don't know?"

Song Zicheng shook his head, "I don't understand this, and I never asked about the company. I always thought my family was selling tea, because the old man always liked to talk about his glorious family history."

He Chumo: "Should I say you are stupid or are you stupid? Your own company can also ignore it. Has Song Suian never told you about the company?"

Song Zicheng: "You shouldn't talk about stupidity or stupidity. I'm not in the company's business."

He Chumo: "Learn more about your company's affairs, which will give you some insight. At least when you encounter today's situation, you will analyze what those real estate agents say, instead of blindly complaining. The current market situation is not good. .”

Song Zicheng straightened his face, and when He Chumo said this, he suddenly became emotional.His surname is Song, but he is just an adopted son with an embarrassing status. Unless the old man took the initiative to tell him, he would never ask.He knew that his family had money, but he never thought that this money and these industries were related to him.What's more, he was just on TV, and when he accidentally saw the news at home, Aunt Mei would forcefully turn off the TV, and then say some sarcastic words to him as if he had done something wrong.

He also knows that he is very narrow, but some things have formed a strange forbidden circle in his growth path and judgmental cognition, which makes him dare not touch it, and never chooses it.